Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Traffic dampens your days at work,
Protagonists don't question its worth,
Professionals give you the eye,
On the motorways playing eye spy,
Scientists seek out the truth,
By pointing at the sky.

What will we do,
When the signal dies,
Over the streetlights,
While we communicate,
There's a city between us,
And a million radio waves.

Spring cleaning todays surprise,
Reading another financiers demise,
A daughter a kiss and tell,
Dropping sterling into a wishing well,
Washing the ink off your hands,
For the cleanliness a visitor demands.

The satellites ring out,
In open space,
Above the blue skies,
But mostly the grey,
While the signal dies,
The windscreen fills with rain.